The Cursed Othello

 I met a lady and fell for her clemency,

attraction fuelled the locks of intimacy.

Our increasing closeness did run rife,

Ultimately I forced her to be my wife!

I ensnared her in a colossal cage,

she fed my ego and seething rage.

She would sing me lullabies to slumber,

preparing delicacies with zero blunders!

I was glad of being her utmost master,

and the supremacy I was about to foster.

I saw every man as a potential rival,

and punished her for things too trivial.

She still saw me as her greatest reward,

loyalty and love was all she implored.

I shredded her heart and pierced her soul,

her moon face smeared with her eye's kohl!

Perhaps she was too humane,

kept forgiving me time and again!

For once, I let sympathy blur my vision,

allowed her go out under my supervision.

Her forlorn cries and shrieks started getting heard,

paving way for our separation, I got perturbed!

I threatened her to keep mum,

else to death she could succumb!

Like a phoenix rising from its ashes,

she started combating my thrashes!

Twasn't something I was expecting,

so I pulled the trigger, surrendered, regretting.

Ah! She was loyal, pretty, chaste till dead,

blue was the blood dripping from her head.

Fated to be Desdemona even without Iago,

Ain't I, the misogynist moor, the cursed Othello?